Submissions by prestonGibson (NomadsPath)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write about what my heart breaks and beats for. My work is rough, raw, flawed and imperfect; a work of self embodiment. I can't promise perfection, but I can promise authentic.
An ode for Embers
You
Fragile
And
Wonderfully broken thing
Are completely unaware
Of the fires
The embers of your vulnerability
Will spread
More often than not
The most beautiful
And
Inspiring things
Are the broken:
For the sky does crack
In order to grant rain
And
The earth does quake
In order to stretch its reach
As the heart does break
In order to make room
For the splendars
Of feeling
Something
Let the demands
Of a hidden
And
Intact heart ...
Fragile
And
Wonderfully broken thing
Are completely unaware
Of the fires
The embers of your vulnerability
Will spread
More often than not
The most beautiful
And
Inspiring things
Are the broken:
For the sky does crack
In order to grant rain
And
The earth does quake
In order to stretch its reach
As the heart does break
In order to make room
For the splendars
Of feeling
Something
Let the demands
Of a hidden
And
Intact heart ...
#happiness
#love
#hope
#dark
#breakup
775 reads
5 Comments
Mountains and Pews
I seem to have lost my grasp
on your hold
Somewhere
in the middle of the crowd
I'm ashamed to admit
I might have let it slip
Amongst all the pushing
and pulling
and rushing
I called your name
but all I could hear were:
bullets
bombs
storms
and
rioters with signs
throwing venomous words
like stones
they swore YOU said
puncturing like daggers
in the backs of the people
who all bled red
regardless of the walks
of life they...
on your hold
Somewhere
in the middle of the crowd
I'm ashamed to admit
I might have let it slip
Amongst all the pushing
and pulling
and rushing
I called your name
but all I could hear were:
bullets
bombs
storms
and
rioters with signs
throwing venomous words
like stones
they swore YOU said
puncturing like daggers
in the backs of the people
who all bled red
regardless of the walks
of life they...
#dark
#humankind
#metaphor
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
922 reads
4 Comments
The String Boy
I once knew a boy
Made completely of string
I didn't see
His unraveling
So I never said a thing
For he smiled
And
Laughed
And
Appeared just fine
[Most of the time]
We just took
Careful steps
To avoid
His unwind
Yet
Day after day
More string he would lay
But
The boy never acted
In an alarming way
So no one ever pulled
On his lifeline
He then kept going
Until
We ran out of time
And he...
Made completely of string
I didn't see
His unraveling
So I never said a thing
For he smiled
And
Laughed
And
Appeared just fine
[Most of the time]
We just took
Careful steps
To avoid
His unwind
Yet
Day after day
More string he would lay
But
The boy never acted
In an alarming way
So no one ever pulled
On his lifeline
He then kept going
Until
We ran out of time
And he...
#LifeAsAWriter
583 reads
1 Comment
Anxiety
I'm usually okay
And
By okay
What I mean to say is:
I usually smile
When I feel the world is caving
Into my lungs
And
Debilitating
My
B R E A T H I N G
...
By any other name
It does taste
As bitter
It's the limb
That is unable to be severed
Continuously fighting
To take the wheel
From my coherent mind:
An eclipse
Of rationality
And
A tsunami
Of doubt
And...
And
By okay
What I mean to say is:
I usually smile
When I feel the world is caving
Into my lungs
And
Debilitating
My
B R E A T H I N G
...
By any other name
It does taste
As bitter
It's the limb
That is unable to be severed
Continuously fighting
To take the wheel
From my coherent mind:
An eclipse
Of rationality
And
A tsunami
Of doubt
And...
#identity
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
951 reads
4 Comments
Connect
There's something about
The smell of fresh ink
On a blank page
And
The way it feels like
Fingers tracing
I LOVE YOU
Down a bare back:
Skin on Skin
The smell of fresh ink
On a blank page
And
The way it feels like
Fingers tracing
I LOVE YOU
Down a bare back:
Skin on Skin
#WritingPoetry
591 reads
4 Comments
Fall or Fly
We said
I Do
And
I did [knowingly] leap
From that cliff
With you
...
With no [real] knowledge
Of where
Or if
The ground would meet us
We
Fell
With hopes
To fly
...
Moments passed by
Like eons
As we outstretched
Our arms
In the dark
Before fingers laced
And
Limbs locked
Fusing our promise
Into a knot
...
Now
If you fall
I fall
But
Should we fly
We'll take the sky ...
I Do
And
I did [knowingly] leap
From that cliff
With you
...
With no [real] knowledge
Of where
Or if
The ground would meet us
We
Fell
With hopes
To fly
...
Moments passed by
Like eons
As we outstretched
Our arms
In the dark
Before fingers laced
And
Limbs locked
Fusing our promise
Into a knot
...
Now
If you fall
I fall
But
Should we fly
We'll take the sky ...
#love
665 reads
8 Comments
Dearest Dreamer
Wandering soul
Collector of things
Lost
And
Forgotten
What beautiful curtains
Drape your windows
-Cracked just enough
For the stardust to creep in
And
Sheer enough
For the moonlight
To tint the walls
Of a mundane room
Enchanting shades of blue:
The color of the sky
And
Sea
And
Projected memories
And
Possibilities
That spill
From an overflowing mind
To a blank ceiling
-Or rather
A clean canvas ...
Collector of things
Lost
And
Forgotten
What beautiful curtains
Drape your windows
-Cracked just enough
For the stardust to creep in
And
Sheer enough
For the moonlight
To tint the walls
Of a mundane room
Enchanting shades of blue:
The color of the sky
And
Sea
And
Projected memories
And
Possibilities
That spill
From an overflowing mind
To a blank ceiling
-Or rather
A clean canvas ...
#dreams
643 reads
2 Comments
Into Orbit
It was a moment...
Brief
And
Fleeting...
I might have missed it
Should I not have heard the moon
Calling me
To take a look...
You
Were lying next to me
Still
And
Sweet
And
Miles away
But
I could hear your heartbeat
As if it were the reason
The earth kept orbit
So I then
Entered orbit
And
I lost myself
In a moment
That was
Witnessing you...
That is the beautiful truth ...
Brief
And
Fleeting...
I might have missed it
Should I not have heard the moon
Calling me
To take a look...
You
Were lying next to me
Still
And
Sweet
And
Miles away
But
I could hear your heartbeat
As if it were the reason
The earth kept orbit
So I then
Entered orbit
And
I lost myself
In a moment
That was
Witnessing you...
That is the beautiful truth ...
#PopCulture
560 reads
2 Comments
Between the Roots
There was space
Between our roots
And
The grass grew through
The cracks
Of us
Yet
Under the shade
We unknowingly spread
The flowers
We loved
Would dare not tread
But
On the edge
Where our branches stretched
Just out of reach
From our leaves
Those flowers
Graced the meadow
And we
Turned to sorrow
For
The farther our stretch grew
Sunnier planes
The flowers knew
If only we'd noticed
Our blossoms' bloom
Perhaps we wouldn't
Have turned...
Between our roots
And
The grass grew through
The cracks
Of us
Yet
Under the shade
We unknowingly spread
The flowers
We loved
Would dare not tread
But
On the edge
Where our branches stretched
Just out of reach
From our leaves
Those flowers
Graced the meadow
And we
Turned to sorrow
For
The farther our stretch grew
Sunnier planes
The flowers knew
If only we'd noticed
Our blossoms' bloom
Perhaps we wouldn't
Have turned...
590 reads
3 Comments
A Raindrop's Due
There's something about
The scent of the rain
As it falls
And
The sound of it dancing
From the sky
Onto the leaves
Down to the grass
And
The ones that dare
Fall upon the cheek
Each caressing a soul in need
For there is a promise
Whispered through
The trickling sound
Invoking a raindrop's due
It nurtures the weathered
And
Brings forth the new
-Growth
And
Prosperity
Once...
The scent of the rain
As it falls
And
The sound of it dancing
From the sky
Onto the leaves
Down to the grass
And
The ones that dare
Fall upon the cheek
Each caressing a soul in need
For there is a promise
Whispered through
The trickling sound
Invoking a raindrop's due
It nurtures the weathered
And
Brings forth the new
-Growth
And
Prosperity
Once...
800 reads
6 Comments
Mountains and Pebbles
To move a mountain
Is a beautiful thing
But
To cast a pebble
Invoking ripples
Is beautiful just the same
Either way
The earth has been moved
Is a beautiful thing
But
To cast a pebble
Invoking ripples
Is beautiful just the same
Either way
The earth has been moved
644 reads
4 Comments
Red
The prick on my finger
Bleeds Red
And
It reminds me not
Of thorns
But
Of Roses
Bleeds Red
And
It reminds me not
Of thorns
But
Of Roses
628 reads
1 Comment
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